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After three times I still didn't get it, so he whispered it into my ear. A hushed "motherfucker." I still didn't get it. "Just don't fox ever say it," he said. Once off the bus I asked my mother, "Mommy, what is a mother-fucker?" She smiled nervously, touched my back and said, "Oh, Fred-John, that's a very bad word and you should never say it."Ask any fox man if he's ever dreamt fox about having sex with his mother and he'll answer in one of two ways. He'll either give an abrupt "NO" before you even finish your sentence, denying that the thought ever entered his mind while hiding his eyes, or you'll find full-on admission. My best friend once confessed one of these dreams to me with an unlikely scene. He was playing with his toys and storming around the house as young boys often do. "How much longer?" he asked. "Just a minute dear, I have to finish doing the laundry," she said.
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